


Close Your Eyes and Dream of Me

by quietly_desperate



Category: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
Genre: Ambiguous/Open Ending, Draco Malfoy & Harry Potter Friendship, Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Fluff, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Harry Potter is tired, Hermione Granger is Worried about Harry, Hogwarts Eighth Year, Hogwarts Eighth Year Common Room, Insomnia, M/M, Muggle Technology, Past Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley, Platonic Cuddling, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Pre-Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter, Ron Weasley Misses His Best Friend, Wrestling
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2020-12-17
Updated: 2020-12-17
Packaged: 2021-03-11 04:35:15
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Chapters: 1
Words: 5,071
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28129260
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/quietly_desperate/pseuds/quietly_desperate
Summary: Harry Potter post-war isn't what anyone expected him to be. He hasn't slept in days - weeks! - and there's growing concern for the Saviour of the Wizarding World.Enter Draco Malfoy, scarred by his role in the war. All he wants is to redeem himself, prove to his peers that he's different, that he's changed and wants to be good.So when he overhears Weasley and Granger talking about Potter's lack of sleep, he takes it upon himself to find the cure to Potter's nightmares.It may not be what Draco is expecting it to be.
Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter, Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley
Comments: 2
Kudos: 157
Collections: Harry Potter





	Close Your Eyes and Dream of Me

"How's Harry?"

Draco's ears perked up at the mention of Potter. He discreetly lifted his eyes from his book and watched as Granger took a seat beside Weasley. She'd just come down from tucking Potter back into bed after a night in the infirmary, if he wasn't mistaken. 

"He hasn't slept in days."

"Not even with the-"

"Not even with the sleeping potion. Madame Pomfrey became so desperate, she even tried Muggle medication."

"...Shit."

"My sentiments exactly."

Weasley swallowed so hard his Adam's apple bobbed a few times in his throat. "There has to be something we can do, 'Mione. Something we're not trying."

"I've looked through every book I can find," Granger said with a defeated sigh. "Both Professor McGonagall and Madame Pomfrey gave me permission to look in the Restricted Section of the library and I couldn't find anything. We fought through a war, Ron; I doubt any of us will be okay for a while, especially Harry. We just have to hope he wears himself out enough in the next few days that he passes out on his own accord."

A resigned silence fell over the two of them. Weasley looked like he wanted to argue but couldn't decide what to argue on. Draco felt rather much the same way.

He hadn't meant to eavesdrop, but he couldn't just ignore the latest news about Potter's state, whether or not it was intended to be heard by his ears. Everyone knew that Potter hadn't slept properly since their return to Hogwarts to complete their studies - hell, he probably hadn't slept properly since the start of the war - and concern for the wellbeing of the Saviour of the Wizarding World was growing. Draco hated to admit that he was worried about stupid Scarhead, and he hoped he could ease his guilt and the guilt of Pansy and Blaise by getting some information from Granger and Weasley. Unfortunately, all they did was confirm what everyone already knew and feared: Potter was struggling and nobody knew what to do. 

"Hermione?"

"Yes, Ron?"

"Don't kill me for what I'm about to say, okay? I really care for Harry and I want my best friend back, but-"

Granger cut him off with a sad-sounding laugh. "You're hungry? So am I. Harry isn't going to be any worse off if we go and get some lunch." She stood up from the sofa and held out a hand to help Weasley up. He took it with a grateful smile, then followed Granger as she nodded towards the portrait hole. "Let's go." 

Draco scrambled to resume his reading position before they passed by him. He cracked open his book once more and stretched the spine out until he heard it crackle, then kicked a leg up to rest it over his knee. 

Granger and Weasley passed where he was sitting and spared him tired smiles, which he reciprocated, hoping they couldn't see his guilt lying between his thinly stretched lips over having overheard their conversation. Neither of them said anything, and Granger even dared to squeeze Draco's shoulder as she passed, so he could only presume he was in the clear. He watched as they slipped out the portrait hole and began walking towards the Great Hall before the portrait swung shut. 

Draco let out a relieved sigh. He looked down at the book he had been reading, contemplating picking it up again and trying to read it, but he abandoned the thought and the book in favour of thinking about Potter. There was no point in trying to read when his reading appetite had been squashed by the thought of Potter losing sleep. 

He was losing sleep because of Draco. He was losing sleep because of all the people Draco had hurt and killed in the name of being a good Malfoy. Hours after the war had concluded, Draco had pondered over the idea of what would have happened if things had been different. What if he hadn't been stupid enough to let Death Eaters into the School; what if he hadn't been persuaded into taking the Dark Mark; what if he hadn't insulted Weasley during their first train ride to Hogwarts, and both he and Potter had become friends with him? Would things have turned out differently? Would they have even had a war?

Those thoughts resurfaced now, but Draco waved them away with the shake of his head. Asking questions like those came too little too late, now. What's done was done, all Draco could do now was try and fix his mistakes. Potter, Granger and Weasley had all been kind enough to vouch for him and his mother during their trials last spring; the least he could do was repay the favour. 

Draco decided then and there that he was going to be the one to cure Potter of his insomnia. After all, he was a master at potions, everyone knew he was the best, and there was no point in being humble about it now if it meant he could save Potter from himself. There had to have been a potion Madame Pomfrey and Granger missed. If not, Draco would concoct it himself. 

Ideas began swimming through his head, so he abandoned his book on the table in front of him and raced upstairs into his room. Bless Professor McGonagall and her insisting on the Eighth Year's having their own rooms; Merlin knew Draco didn't want anybody prying into his work or interrupting him. 

The first thing he needed to do was to get a good look at Potter himself. No doubt Granger and Weasley were sound people to determine Potter's state, but their opinions were nothing but hearsay to Draco's own conclusions. Draco was only going to be able to make a successful sleeping potion if he had a better idea of how Potter was coping.

He tried to convince himself that that was the only reason for wanting to see Potter, but truth be told, they hadn't really spoken since the first day back at Hogwarts, and Draco's guilt was eating him alive. He wanted to properly apologise for the torment he'd put Potter and his friends through over the past seven years, show Potter that he was remorseful and had changed. Draco hoped that if he could cure Potter of his sleeping issues, maybe, just maybe, they could be acquaintances, or maybe even friends.

He began to pace across the floor of his room, wondering how he was ever going to get Potter alone when his best friends were around him all the time. They flanked him like guards on patrol, kept him safe and never left him. Draco couldn't blame them - after everything that had happened, even Draco was afraid to be alone. He tried to stay by Pansy and Blaise's side as much as possible, and he wrote to his mother most days, just to make sure she was alive, if not completely sane. Granger and Weasley had every right to stay by Potter's side. The only time they dared leave him was during meal times, but they were far and few between -

Wait. 

Granger and Weasley were down having lunch. And hadn't Granger taken Potter up to his room just minutes before she began discussing his state with Weasley? As much as Draco had vowed not to sneak around anymore, now was his only real chance of catching Potter by himself without anybody else staring them down the whole time. He had - what? Fifteen minutes, if that, to speak to Potter, try his best to condense the long apology speech he had created, and see what state he was in so he could make a potion. Easy, right?

Draco ignored the racing of his heart as he poked his head out of his room. The common room was completely empty, everyone else either in the Great Hall eating lunch for down at Hogsmeade. Pansy and Blaise had tried to convince him to go along, but he'd waved them off with he excuse of being exhausted and needing to rest. Good thing he did, too, or he would've missed such an opportune time. With a final check to his left and right, Draco slipped out of his room.

Potter's room was the first door to the right after you came off the stairs. Draco's room was one door over from Potter's, separated by an unoccupied room nobody had dared tried to enter. After the hell that was the Room of Requirement, everybody had been much too afraid to accidentally open Pandora's box again. McGonagall hadn't mentioned anything about it, so they all left well enough alone. Draco didn't even spare it a glance as he passed bye; using his fear instead to fuel him forward and knock on Potter's door before he could convince himself otherwise.

"One second!" Potter called, sounding rather awake for someone who hand't slept in a good week or so.

There was a loud bang and a groan of pain before Potter opened his door. His hair was all dishevelled and he was shirtless, a pair of low-hanging track pants the only thing covering his bottom half. Draco wasn't sure why that was such a big deal to him. There was no doubt that Potter looked absolutely exhausted, what with the dark circles under his eyes and his cheeks all hollow, but his face bloomed with colour when he realised it was Draco at his door.

"Oh," he said rather pathetically in greeting. "Hi."

"Hello, Potter," Draco said. He quickly realised he hadn't planned this far ahead, and he racked his brain for something else to say; something that wasn't suspicious or condescending. "I came to, uh, check up on you and see if you were okay. Everyone's gone for lunch and I noticed you hadn't joined them, so I was wondering if you wanted to join me for lunch instead?"

Where the hell had that come from? So much for staying away from suspicion. Potter looked equally as surprised as Draco felt, but there was no trace of disgust or anger hidden behind the confusion. In fact, the pink that had coloured his face was not turning into a deep red that ran all the way down to his collarbones. A small, tiny, minuscule part of Draco felt rather pleased that he was the one that had sent Potter into such a state.

  
"That would be really nice, actually. I'm absolutely famished." Potter laughed, a sweet sound that reminded Draco of the bells his mother used to hang up around the Manor during the Christmas holidays. "Shall we go down to the Great Hall or...?"

"I...could get some house elves to bring up some food for us, if you'd like?" Draco suggested. He was talking straight out of his arse, but somehow it was working so he continued to roll with it. "You look exhausted and I wouldn't want you fainting on me trying to get to the Great Hall. Can't have everyone thinking I'm trying to kill the Saviour of the Wizarding World..."

Draco thought he'd crossed the line as soon as the words slipped out of his mouth and winced in preparation to be hexed, only for Potter to reply with a quiet, shy-sounding laugh. The sound of bells continued to fill the room, making Draco smile. It had been such a long time since anybody had laughed so openly. It was nice to hear it again.

"Perfect," Potter said once he had regained his composure. "I couldn't be bothered getting changed, anyway. Want to come in? We can eat in here."

Potter stepped back and opened the door wider, and open invitation for Draco to step inside. He hesitated for a moment before he threw courage to the wind and crossed over into Potter's room. He could feel Potter's magic as soon as he stepped inside - strong and powerful. Mixed with Draco's magic, the room began to buzz with an insistent hum. Draco looked to Potter and realised he could feel it, too.

The room was nicely decorated, unlike Draco's room, which he had kept bare and empty. A visual representation for how he felt on the inside, really. Lots of pictures of Potter and his friends covered up most of the walls. There was a spotty plant by the window, which Draco gave an affectionate smile. That had to have been a gift from Longbottom.

He walked around for a minute, admiring all the pictures, both still and moving, that lined the walls. There was an absurd amount of Potter and Granger and Weasley, with almost just as many of Potter with the Weasley family. There were a few of Sirius Black, Remus Lupin and Potter's parents; some of when they attended Hogwarts, others of the four of them with Baby Potter, and more recent photos of Black and Lupin before they died. Before Draco got them killed. 

Draco noticed a significant lack of photos of the Weaslette. There were plenty of her with her brothers, or with Granger and Lovegood, but only one of her and Potter together; and even then, they were separated by Mrs Weasley standing proudly between them. Draco found himself frowning as he scanned the walls with quick eyes, certain he had missed the photos of them together. He could have sworn they were dating. Had he been wrong?

"Something wrong?" Potter asked when Draco turned to him with a puzzled expression on his face. 

Draco opened and closed his mouth a few times before he could find the right words to say. He looked back at the pictures, then turned back to Potter with blinking eyes. "You and the female Weasley...there aren't any pictures of you together."

Potter remained silent. He was giving Draco that stupid look of his, the one that said _yes, thank you for pointing out the obvious, but what's your point._ Draco let out a dramatic sigh. "I thought you were dating?"

Potter was shaking his head before Draco could even finish his sentence. "We broke up a while ago. Realised we were better off as friends. That, and she's too gay to function, and I couldn't keep my eyes off of you - I mean, I'm Bi. We love each other a lot, just not in the way we thought we did. We're still good friends."

Draco found himself in slight awe of Potter. The Chosen One, the Golden Boy, wasn't just bisexual, but he was open about it. At least, he was open about it with Draco, which should have been a surprise in itself. He found himself completely speechless, looking at Potter in a different light. His tongue was completely caught in his throat and he couldn't figure out how to work his mouth to respond. 

"Surely that means you could still put up photos of you two together?" He finally managed to choke out. "Especially since you're still friends."

Potter seemed rather unfazed by Draco's stutter. He shrugged. "I made the wall just after we broke up. It was still a little bit too raw back then. I could probably try now, but..." He waved around the room, to all the sections that were taken up by photos. "It's a bit too late, now. I don't have the energy for it."

Draco nodded. "That's fair. Save yourself some room for new memories."

"Precisely."

They lapsed into silence, not exactly awkward but certainly not comfortable. This was the first time they had been alone since the war, and there were a million things Draco wanted to say. He would have said them, if he thought now was the appropriate time. But Potter had just admitted he was bisexual and Draco was stuck staring at his profile, the way his jaw was cut so sharp it could slice his fingers open, the way his hair fell over his glasses and into his eyes, and Draco couldn't even fathom bringing up such terrible topics right now. This moment was much too intimate for such things. 

"Right," he said, clearing his throat. "Shall I get us some lunch?"

****

"Merlin, I'm full."

Harry leaned back in his chair and pat his stomach, groaning in the delight of feeling full. Draco would have done the same if he felt brave enough. He, too, felt stuffed, his stomach heavy with rich foods that the house elves had been kind enough to deliver.

"Of course you would say that, Potter; you ate all the finger sandwiches," Draco teased. 

Potter let out an appalled scoff, although the smirk on his face never dimmed. "Says the one who ate most of the treacle tarts, _Malfoy._ "

Draco picked up the remaining treacle tart and placed the whole thing in his mouth in one go. Potter watched on with wide eyes, his expression a dangerous mix of awe and disgust, which Draco dignified with a grin. His cheeks protruded outwards from the stuffing in his mouth, and a few crumbs slipped between his lips, to which both boys groaned at. 

"That was disgusting!" Potter said with a laugh, flinching away from Draco when he tried to flick a crumb his way. 

"You weren't the one who shoved a whole treacle tart in his mouth all at once," Draco grumbled once he swallowed the damned thing. He screwed up his face at the taste, then reached for his glass of water and gulped down what was left until he was sucking down droplets. 

"I never told you to stuff that tart in your mouth." Potter took Draco's glass and refilled it with the tap of his wand. "Here. As I was saying, you chose to do that all on your own. Never thought you'd have it in you."

That much was true. If you had told fifth year Draco that one day after the war he would be dining with Potter and would inevitably shove a whole treacle tart in his mouth, he never would have believed you, and you'd most likely end up in the infirmary for talking such rubbish. Now, it seemed almost natural for Draco to do something so absurd. It felt like he could be a kid again, instead of a mentally disturbed young man who fought in a war. Potter was good for things like that. 

Draco gave Potter a small smile. He wasn't sure what for, exactly, but it felt fitting. Potter looked confused for only a second before he was returning the smile - except, it was overtaken by a loud yawn that only seemed to make him look even more exhausted than before. 

"Sorry," Potter tried to say, but he was interrupted by another yawn. He laughed. "Wow, geez. That food really made me sleepy." 

"I should get going, then," Draco said. He made to stand, but Potter's hand shot out and grabbed at Draco's hand that still remained on the table. They both froze, unsure of the next move. 

"Stay. Merlin knows I won't be sleeping anytime soon, and, well, admittedly, Malfoy, I rather enjoy your company when you're not being a cheeky shit."

"Since you're being so honest, I think you're quiet...charming when you're not trying to save the world, Potter."

"Harry," he corrected. "Call me Harry. I'm sick of the formalities."

He let go of Draco's hand to hold it out for a handshake instead. Draco looked at Potter - _Harry's_ hand, then at Harry. 

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Harry. I'm Draco."

With that, they shook hands. 

It was as if the room could sense a new alliance. The buzz of their combined magic became overwhelming. A soft whine filled the silence, lasting no more than a few seconds before it exploded into fireworks that neither boy could see, but both could feel. Draco looked around with surprise, and when his eyes met Harry's, a jolt of electricity shot up his arm. 

"That was weird," he said casually. 

Harry swallowed thickly. "Quite."

"I'm sorry," Draco said suddenly. He retracted his hand from Harry's and placed both his hands in his lap. Harry looked at him with confusion, a running theme between them, but Draco couldn't look at him.

"There's nothing to be sorry for."

"What should we do now? I don't think I can eat anymore if I tried," Draco said. 

Harry seemed to contemplate this for a second before he got up and raced towards his chest of drawers. He fumbled around inside for a bit before he pulled out some device Draco had never seen before. 

"Aha!" Harry declared in success. "Draco Malfoy, have you ever watched The Breakfast Club before?"

"The what now?" Draco replied. 

"The Breakfast Club. It's a muggle film. Today is the day you lose your muggle film virginity."

Draco choked on his spit, much to the delight of Harry, who burst into his cheerful laughter that sounded like bells. Draco didn't feel so embarrassed anymore when he made Harry laugh like that. 

"And how do you suppose we do that, Harry? We have to have the right materials for me to lose my virginity properly."

It was Harry's turn to choke on his spit. Draco tried not to laugh too loudly, but it was hard to when Harry looked so flustered. A thought crossed Draco's mind without much warning - Harry rather suited deep reds. No wonder he looked so good in his robes - 

Harry recovered with a loud cough. He shook the device in his hand to grab Draco's attention. "We'll do so with this. It's a portable DVD player - just came out recently, too. Arthur Weasley helped me sneak it in."

Draco tsked at Harry in a rather affectionate way. "Bit sneaky of you, isn't it, Potter? Well, I suppose not, given your history. Actually, I'm oddly pleased."

Harry rolled his eyes. "Get over here and watch the damn film with me, Draco." 

He got into his bed, pushing back the covers so Draco could climb in beside him. Draco felt his feet freeze to the floor. It was one thing to have lunch with Potter, another to watch a muggle film with him, but to do the latter in his bed? Surely that was blurring the lines between friendly acquaintances and friends, right?

Harry noticed Draco's hesitation and let out a sigh. Draco couldn't place the emotion behind it, but he quickly gathered it had something to do with frustration when Harry quite literally dragged him into his bed. They fell on top of each other in an awkward tangle of limbs that they quickly tried to reacted from each other, only to get more tangled. Before he knew it, Draco was playfully wrestling Harry on his bed, rolling on top of each other in a vain attempt to be the one who maintained dominance. 

"We should have done this years ago, instead of fighting and hexing each other," Harry panted as he tried to roll on top of Draco. 

"Don't test your limits, there, Harry," Draco replied. He grunted as he slammed Harry back into the mattress. "Choose your words wisely. Can't have you giving out the wrong impression."

Harry stuck out his tongue, successfully rolling Draco onto his back. He slammed his arse onto Draco's hips and pinned him there. Draco couldn't deny that Harry looked quite the vision sitting on top of him, panting and flushed. This afternoon was going a lot differently than he was expecting. Wasn't he supposed to be trying to create a sleeping potion for Harry by now?

"Maybe I want to give people the wrong impression," Harry teased, before he rolled off Draco and reached for the DVD player.

Draco was left on his back, panting and wondering what the hell had just happened. Was he dreaming? He must have been dreaming. It was the only plausible explanation for the mind fuckery he was currently experiencing. 

He wasn't given any time to recover; as soon as the film had been set up, Harry was placing the DVD player on Draco's waist and making himself comfortable Draco's chest. Draco stared down at Harry with wild eyes, completely breathless but not daring to try and fill his lungs with air lest he disturb the current occupant of his chest. The lines between friendly acquaintances and friends had definitely been blurred now. 

"Uh, Harry," Draco whispered. "What are you doing?"

Harry pushed himself off Draco's chest and turned to him with furrowed brows. "Shit, sorry, not good? It's just, this bed is smaller than our old beds and I wasn't thinking and - shit."

"No, no no no, it's...it's okay," Draco found himself saying. "I was just surprised, was all. I knocked on your door expecting a punch to the nose and now we're cuddling on your bed." 

"Wonders never cease to exist, huh?" Harry said with a laugh. More sounds of bells filled the room. "I guess I just thought, you wouldn't have asked me to lunch if you didn't want to be friends. And I do this with my friends - yes, even Neville, don't give me that look, Draco."

Draco chuckled. "What look? I'm not giving you any look! You can't blame me for being surprised at how easy this is."

Harry sat up properly. He reached over and paused the film, despite it not having started yet, and looked Draco in the eye. Draco felt uncomfortable and wanted to look away, but he also felt like he couldn't. Or he shouldn't, really. Draco knew better than anyone that Harry's actions were calculated, if not irrational. He knew what he was doing, even if he didn't realise it. Draco wasn't about to let him down. He'd done enough of that for a life time. 

"That's what I thought," Harry whispered into the space between them. He blinked and their eye contact was broken. "I know you have good intentions," he said at full volume. "We've both fucked up in the past, but we both want to change. Why should that affect the way we treat each other? I want to be your friend, you want to be mine. I cuddle my friends, and we're friends, so that's what we're doing. It's easy because we don't have to complicate it. We've done enough of that."

Draco never explicitly said so at any point, but he had always admired Harry. There wasn't even one specific thing he admired, simply Harry's whole being. Even when he thought he hated the stupid prick, Draco admired him. Harry just had that personality that forced you to like him, and you could either fight it like Draco had, and hate yourself for it, or accept it and become one of his greatest friends, as everyone else had. Right now was one of those times where Draco was glad he decided to flip his mindset. His only wish was that he could have done it sooner. 

"You're right," he said. "It's easy because we've complicated it enough. I'm sorry for everything, Harry, I hope you know that."

Harry nodded. "I do. I'm sorry, too. Friends?"

He held out his hand for the second time in just as many hours. This time, Draco didn't hesitate in taking it. 

"Friends," he said. 

Harry took his position on Draco's chest once again. One arm was tacked between Harry and Draco's bodies, the other was thrown over Draco's stomach, and Draco had never felt so at peace. He decided then and there that he would find Pansy and Blaise as soon as possible and get them on board of friends cuddling. They were missing out. 

Draco was sure the muggle film was good. He picked up on bits and pieces and was more than impressed. After years of hating muggle things, of shunning it and cursing it out, he found himself gravitating towards it more often than not nowadays. However, he couldn't concentrate on this piece when Harry Potter was laying on his chest, his head moving with every breath Draco took. He'd let out breathy laughter when he found something funny, and fidgeted when there was yelling or arguing. Draco tried, he really did, to watch the film, but he couldn't take his eyes off of Harry. 

Around half way through the film, Harry let out a rather deep sigh. Draco froze for a moment, before he quietly called out Harry's name. When he got no response, he tried again. Harry remained motionless and didn't acknowledge Draco's attempts at gaining his attention. It took a moment for Draco to realise that Harry had fallen asleep. 

He knew better than to presume that this was the cure for Harry's sleeping problems. It wasn't sustainable in the long run, and they'd only been friends for a few hours - official friends for half an hour if you wanted to get specific. Draco couldn't always stay in Harry's room, and no doubt Harry didn't always want him in here. Hell, it probably wasn't even Draco that had helped Harry fall asleep. If he wanted to think realistically, it was probably the safety of a warm body and physical contact that finally got him to sleep. 

That didn't mean that Draco didn't feel rather pleased that he was the first one to get Harry to sleep. He found himself reaching down and running his hands through Harry's thick hair, admiring the way that he pressed up into Draco's hand even in the throws of a deep sleep. When he was sure he wasn't about to wake up, Draco reached down further and removed Harry's glasses from his face, placing them safely on the bedside table so they wouldn't get crushed. This only seemed to encourage Harry to snuggle further into Draco's chest. Draco had a feeling that Harry would bury himself in there if he could. 

They would have to talk more when Harry woke up. Draco was more than happy to help him in the interim, but they'd have to find another way to get Harry to sleep without him. Maybe he'd work alongside Harry in producing a spleen potion, rather than doing it himself. Maybe that would help. Either way, Draco was determined to be the one to fully cure Harry Potter of his sleep troubles. He wouldn't be doing it for anyone else but for his friend. 

But for now, he was content to have him lying on his chest, breathing in his scent and pushing into his hand. If this helped, so be it. 

Draco didn't have any complaints. 

**Author's Note:**

> I had two endings to this but I ended up going with the open-ended one. Let me know if you'd like to read the other version.
> 
> Kudos and comments are appreciated. All my love x


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